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Beyond the doorway, they enter a white room whose curving walls are covered in black swirling patterns.
The patterns seem to move on their own and Jora staggers as he moves across the floor.
“I haven’t felt like this since that time I drank two bottles of father’s wine,” he says.
Jora places a hand on the nearest wall hoping to offset the dizzying effect without success. The only stable things in the room are a pair of doors and the ever-present mirrors.
On one side of the room is a white door, there is a complimentary black door on the opposite wall.
In the black mirror, a scroll tube is in the center of the room. The tube is made of wood.
The white mirror shows another scroll tube but this one made of leather lying in the center of the room.
“This wizard must know how much I hate to read,” Conrad says. “Why else would we keep stumbling across scrolls everywhere?”
“Can we just make a choice,” Jora groans. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
What choice should the adventurers make?